The Art of Surrender is an Unfamiliar Art Indeed
It's been almost six weeks since I dislocated my knee. Six weeks of being off work with no income, and limited security to cling to. I'm fortunate in that I had just started to rebuild my savings after I purchased my car, and that Jon is both the breadwinner of our household and that he has savings tucked away as well. There is however, an expiry date on my ability to stay home, even if I'm technically unfit to be employed. One of the strangest things that has happened so far is that I was almost immediately offered a job for when I'm able to drive again, a job I can't talk about due to the nature of who it is, and it not being set in stone yet. I was recruited in a way, by someone I never would have dreamed. I wish I could tell you about it. The idea of working for them is a compelling one, if only I didn't need to shut down my business in order to do it... but with this injury there is a fair chance that I would be shutting down my business all the...
